| Hear the sizzling from a serpent’s tongue
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| They won’t believe you so in vain you come
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| To warn the Romans of an ambush you must
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| Too blind they are me Arminius they trust
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| Segestes
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| Don’t you know there’s a deed to be done?
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| Fate is sealed, we will fight, not run
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| Let’s speak through javelins, spathas, and shields
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| Wait in the brushwood never to yield
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| We are sworn to make it an end
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| Segestes
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| Don’t you know there’s a deed to be done?
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| Fate is sealed, we will fight, not run
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| Don’t you see the warning
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| Written on the walls
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| Released, the ghost of freedom
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| Let repression take its toll
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| A voice that stirs within us
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| Never to be choked again
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| The ghost of freedom
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| We raid their towers on our lands at night
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| Retrieve the powers back on our side
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| You say we are lost, but I say let them come
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| Don’t you know there’s a deed to be done?
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| Fate is sealed, we will fight, not run
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| Let them come
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| Welcome to our forest
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| Our holy groves
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| It’s time to show true colors
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| Feel the oaks reach for your soul
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| The breath of our Gods on the wind
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| The holy earth beneath your feet
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| The ghost of freedom
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| It’s time to let all hell break loose
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| Time to die |